Speaking of which, it seemed that this was Yang Ming's first time attending a so-called tea party.

Lin Ruo threw him a bunch of messy calligraphy, paintings, invitations and the like at noon, which really gave Yang Ming a headache.

After all, he hadn't officially attended the banquet, and he didn't know the etiquette of attending the banquet at all.

So he grabbed a stick and ran to the tea party.

With three invitations, he naturally found a place closer to him to explore the way.

Not far from the Hongmengyuan Temple in the Castle Pavilion, Mr. Zhao set up a table of southern refreshments in the Zhaixing Pavilion and invited Lin Ruo to come and taste tea and write poems.

He, Yang Ming, still knew a little bit about these southern refreshments.

Southern tea snacks mainly include three delicacies steamed with tea, meat, and braised meat. The more famous ones are chicken feet with black bean sauce, steamed steamed wheat king with dried caviar, and shrimp dumplings.

This thing is definitely delicious, but for poetry...

To be honest, Yang Ming was only interested in catching a cold and had no interest in this pair of poems.

Thinking about the taste of this southern refreshment, Yang Ming strolled to Zhaixing Pavilion.

"Hey, sir, this is a teahouse. We can't bring weapons in."

Yang Ming stepped forward into the teahouse, and the waiter hurriedly came up to him and said.

"Oh? Can't I bring this stick in?"

"Look at what you said, sir, please ask in this teahouse. How can anyone drink tea and carry weapons?"

When the waiter said this, Yang Ming felt that it made sense.

He had been carrying the Bodhi Wishful Stick with him, so it was a bit difficult for him to put it down.

"If you are really in trouble, I will give you a piece of cloth quickly. Can you wrap up this stick?"

Seeing that the waiter was still very polite, Yang Ming agreed, wrapped the stick in a cloth, straddled it behind him and walked inside.

"Does your guest have an invitation?"

As Yang Ming came in, the waiter greeted him hurriedly. Yang Ming took out the invitation and handed it to the waiter.

It turns out that he is Mr. Zhao's distinguished guest, so he will be well served.

After bringing Yang Ming into Mr. Zhao's private room, the waiter withdrew.

The furnishings in this private room are relatively comfortable, and there are no particularly expensive furnishings, but they do seem to be well thought out.

"Is it Miss Lin Ruo here?"

In the inner room of the private room, a voice sounded, and then someone opened the door curtain of the inner room and looked outside, and happened to meet Yang Ming.

"May I ask who this is?"

The person who talked to Yang Ming was a little fat man. At first glance, this little fat man seemed to be a simple and honest person.

"Aren't you waiting for Lin Ruo? She is my senior sister."

"Oh? It turns out to be junior brother, come in quickly!"

The little fat man welcomed Yang Ming into the inner room, where four people were eating refreshments.

Including Little Fatty and Yang Ming, there were six people in total.

Judging from his appearance, the person sitting in the main seat who is a little tipsy is probably Mr. Zhao.

As soon as the other three looked at them, they knew they were supporting roles, and Yang Ming was not prepared to care at all.

"Miss Lin Ruo didn't come in person, but invited her junior brother to come and compare poems with us. She looks down on us!"

As soon as Yang Ming sat down, a man with a somewhat messy appearance said in a strange tone.

"Brother Song, you can't say that. This girl Lin Ruo is no ordinary person. She is the granddaughter of the Grand Master and the daughter of Lin Zhuangyuan."

"Of course this rich lady can't just come whenever you want. It's only natural that we send a servant to test our abilities."

Mr. Zhao, who was sitting in the main seat, was catering to him, and it was obvious that he couldn't see Yang Ming.

After Yang Ming heard what this man said, he frowned. When did he become a servant?

"You can pull him down, this guy is a fool at first glance. It's basically Lin Ruo who is deliberately perfunctory with our brothers!"

"Who the hell are you calling a fool?"

Yang Ming suddenly became a little angry. He stood up and walked to Brother Song, holding his collar with one hand and asked.

"Why does your mouth smell so bad? Did you eat shit last night and didn't brush your teeth this morning?"

"If you say I'm a fool, do you believe I'll label you a fool?"

As he said that, Yang Ming hit him with his head, knocking Brother Song so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.

"Hey! Why did you hit someone?"

Mr. Zhao, who was sitting in the main seat, slapped the table and stood up, only to be pushed down on the chair by Yang Ming.

"Aren't you willing to accept my beating?"

A burst of true energy condensed on Yang Ming's fist. Yang Ming glared at Mr. Zhao, suppressing him with a power that could scare him to the point of pissing his pants.

This group of young men are usually only good at what they say, but when it comes to action, they are very incompetent.

Even the girls in the brothel are probably stronger than them. Faced with Yang Ming's threat of violence, they can only submit honestly.

"Waiter! Serve!"

After cleaning up these people, only Yang Ming and the little fat man were left at the dining table.

Mr. Zhao, Brother Song, and two other frail little scholars were standing by the wall with bruises and bruises on their faces.

"Look at you, Ang, your strength is not very good, but you still pretend to be the boss in front of me? Tell me, who is the boss!"

"You are the uncle..."

Mr. Zhao muttered in a low voice.

"Speak louder!"

Yang Ming threw a butt pad directly into Mr. Zhao's face.

This time Mr. Zhao shouted loudly with a cry:

"You are the uncle! You are the uncle!"

"That's right. It's right to have some spirit. What are you, Brother Song? Tell me, who is the uncle?"

Brother Song had just received a headbutt, and he still hadn't woken up. He was humming for a long time and couldn't come up with a fart.

Okay, don't say yes, just wait and see.

Another slap in the face was thrown into Brother Song's face.

"You are the uncle, you are the uncle!"

Brother Song shouted as if begging for mercy. Yang Ming was not an unreasonable person. The two young men behind him did not harm him, so he was more tolerant towards those two people.

The waiter walked in in a hurry and was confused when he saw the four men standing by the wall.

"What, gentlemen, what do you want to eat?"

“Let’s have a piece of chicken feet with black bean sauce, a piece of Kowloon caviar and shaomai, and a piece of shrimp dumpling king.”

"Okay sir, please wait a moment."

After the waiter finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yang Ming.

"Don't go, don't go, there's more!"

"One portion of money tripe, one portion of crispy red sausage, one portion of Tingzi porridge, one portion of braised beef brisket, and one portion of cold melon rolls!"

Not only was the waiter shocked by Yang Ming's appetite, but Mr. Zhao and others also looked at Yang Ming as if they were monsters.

"Sir, please give me this much first. If it's not enough, can you order more?"

Yang Ming rolled his eyes and put together the menu.

"Another pot of Xiao Feng Ming, hurry up, I'm hungry here!"

Isn't that right? I didn't even get a bite of food in the cafeteria just now, so Lin Ruo sent me here to deal with these pieces of food.

It's really unappetizing.

"Hey, sir? What's your surname?"

Mr. Zhao spoke to Yang Ming, but was so frightened by Yang Ming's look that he hurriedly stood at attention.

"Do you have the right to speak? Just stand up for me!"

"Brother, what do you call me?"

The little fat man rinsed Yang Ming's cup and presented Yang Ming with a pot of Xiaofengming tea brought by the waiter.

"Little Fatty is still sensible. The four of you should learn from it!"

"Ahem, I am Yang Ming, the chief disciple of Zhongshu Province's Imperial Envoy to the Western Regions, Lu Chenglu Zhenren, the first place in the Tianhengshan Hall Examination, and one of the nine great chefs of the Cloud Empire!"

The little fat man was stunned for a moment after hearing such a long list of names.

"Are you that Yang Ming?"

Mr. Zhao asked in surprise, and the answer was naturally a slap in the face.

"What is that Yang Ming? I am Yang Ming, and Yang Ming is me. Do you have any opinions?"

"Don't you dare? Are you Yang Ming, the little chef god who defeated Hidden Tiger Tang Xin?"

"It's me. Why, what's the matter with you?"

When Mr. Zhao heard this, he knelt on the ground and cried loudly, and hurriedly hugged Yang Ming's thigh.

"Brother Yang! I'll call you brother! Let us brothers hang out with you!"

Yang Ming felt overwhelmed by the sudden burst of snot and tears.

The little fat man also quickly laughed with Yang Ming as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Speaking of which, Hongmeng Yuan is not a paradise.

In the first-level lecture hall of Hongmeng Academy, there are two notorious bullies and talented people!

One is Xiao Peng, the second young master of the Xiao family, and the other is Yuan Hengzhi, the young master of the Yuan family.

Xiao Peng and Yuan Heng are not good friends. One is a descendant of the official Xiao family, and the other is a direct descendant of the business giant Yuan family.

Normally, I naturally don't take Mr. Zhao and other children from small families seriously.

One of the two is responsible for bullying the weak, and the other is responsible for collecting protection fees. They work together perfectly.

These two bullies, the children of those big families did not bother to talk to them, which led to the two of them running rampant.

Scholars from small families like Mr. Zhao and others have no choice but to join the big families if they want to avoid their bullying.

However, most of the children of the big families in Hongmeng Academy who should have graduated have already graduated. At a glance, I don’t know who to ask for help.

In a first-level lecture hall, not only did he have to suffer Xiao Peng's anger, but he also had to pay Yuan Heng for protection.

Their small families are not comparable to these big families, and the living expenses provided by their families are only four or five taels of silver a month.

Yuan Hengzhi charges three taels of silver at a time for protection fees!

If you don't pay, what awaits you is endless harassment and making things difficult. They also tried to report the situation to your husband, but what was the result?

These two bullies pretended to be innocent in front of Mr., and their acting skills could be rated as the best in Yunjing!

There was really no other way, so Mr. Zhao had no choice but to ask Miss Lin Ruo to uphold justice in the name of tea and poetry.

After all, the Grand Master's granddaughter can be considered to have a certain degree of influence.

As a result, by mistake, Yang Ming got into trouble.

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"I am a heroic and courageous Young Master. Isn't it natural for me to deal with such bullies?"

"I will take care of this matter for my senior sister! I will go to the first-level school to teach them a lesson tomorrow!"

When Yang Ming brags, he really doesn't care. He is truly worthy of Lao Lu.

So much so that when he reported the situation to Lin Ruo after drinking and eating, he received another heavy punch from Lin Ruo.

Lin Ruo was completely speechless. Originally, her knowledge did not make it necessary to come to a low-level school like Hongmeng Academy.

As a result, she was harassed in all kinds of ways when she arrived in this poor place. She originally pointed to Yang Ming to help her fight against the problem.

This kid is good, and he has caused a lot of trouble for him.

"Yang Ming, I remember you promised not to cause trouble to me."

"Senior sister, the atmosphere at that time was so coaxed that it wouldn't be possible if I didn't agree..."

Yang Ming was rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so he was more resistant to beatings. He had no problem other than flying a few meters away from Lin Ruo's punch.

"You don't know, they were holding my thighs and crying, and they made me cry in a daze!"

"If I don't help them, wouldn't I become a freeloader?"

"You're no smarter than a bandit!"

Lin Ruo poked Yang Ming's head with his hand.

"When will you stop causing trouble for me? You even took care of this matter for me. You can deal with Xiao Peng and Yuan Hengzhi yourself tomorrow!"

"I can go by myself..."

Yang Ming scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Then if I cripple them, will anyone give me trouble?"

Lin Ruo was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Idiot Yang Ming, you go over and scare them and that's it. Why do you want to maim them?"

Hu Yuedu could see it more clearly than Yang Ming.

"Why don't you just fuck him when you get out of the academy? Fighting in school is taboo."

It's over, this little girl is not a serious person.

It was only the first day of school, and Yang Ming was able to cause such a big mess.

If he really stayed here for three months, Lin Ruo estimated that Hongmeng Yuan would have to change its name.
Chapter completed!